Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.